History of Valentines with R. Ann Siracusa

WILL THE REAL SAINT VALENTINE PLEASE STAND UP?
Finding out about the origins of our holidays and celebrations can sometimes be a real buzz-kill. So often they turn out to be something different that we’ve always believed or been taught.

Still, it doesn’t hurt to be informed, and that doesn’t need to spoil the holiday for you. I find that in ways adults are just like children: If they want to believe something, they believe it, no matter what you tell them or how convincing your proof is.

So just keep on believing that Valentine’s Day is all about romance, love, and fealty.

Earliest Link
In the ancient Greek calendar, mid-January to mid-February was the month of Gamelion, dedicated to the sacred marriage of the god Zeus and the goddess Hera. That appears to be the earliest link to February festivals.

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Lupercalia
Yup. We’re back to the Romans again. Lupercalia, an archaic rite connected to fertility and local to the city of Rome, was celebrated February 13 thru 15. The more general Roman celebration was called Juno Februa (“Juno the Purifier” or “The Chaste Juno”), February 13 and 14.

It appears that the purpose of the festival and the rituals are a bit obscured by time, but one historian describes the rite in the following manner:

“Celebrated at the ides of February, or February 15, Lupercalia was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture, as well as to the Roman founders Romulus and Remus.

To begin the festival, members of the Luperci, an order of Roman priests, would gather at a sacred cave where the infants Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome, were believed to have been cared for by a she-wolf or lupa. The priests would sacrifice a goat, for fertility, and a dog, for purification. They would then strip the goat’s hide into strips, dip them into the sacrificial blood and take to the streets, gently slapping both women and crop fields with the goat hide.

Far from being fearful, Roman women welcomed the touch of the hides because it was believed to make them more fertile in the coming year. Later in the day, according to legend, all the young women in the city would place their names in a big urn. The city’s bachelors would each choose a name and become paired for the year with his chosen woman. These matches often ended in marriage.”

Some historians, including Noel Lenski, University of Colorado at Boulder, depict the rites as a bit more brutal than “gently slapping” and indicate the pairing was only for the duration of the festival, not a year, although sometimes the couplings lasted for longer. I guess this is where the idea of “love” and “romance” comes from.

Although the festival survived the rise of Christianity, around the end of the fifth century Pope Gelasius I determined to put an end to this eight-hundred-year-old practice of Lupercalia. The Roman Catholic fathers eventually found a likely candidate to replace the pagan deities, a priest who had been martyred on February 14, 269 A.D. The Pope outlawed Lupercalia as “unchristian” and replaced it with a celebration honoring the martyr St. Valentine.

Combining Lupercalia with St. Valentine’s Day apparently toned down the pagan festival, but Lenski adds, “It was a little more of a drunken revel, but the Christians put clothes back on it. That didn’t stop it from being a day of fertility and love.”

Who was St. Valentine?
Good question. That’s not too clear, either, but historians agree there was nothing romantic in any of the histories of the three early Christian martyrs (recognized saints) named Valentine (Valentinus). To complicate things, two of the Saint Valentines were executed on February 14 but in different years of the third century.

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● Valentine of Rome (Valentinus presb. m. Romae) was a priest in Rome who was martyred about AD 269 and was buried on the Via Flaminia. His relics are at the Church of Saint Praxed in Rome, and at Whitefriar Street Carmelit Church in Dublin, Ireland. Not much else about him is documented, and what we know for sure isn’t very romantic.

The legend, however, spices it up, telling us that when Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families and, therefore, outlawed marriage for young men. Valentine defied the Emperor’s decree and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When this was discovered, he was put to death on February 14, 269 (Some sources say the year 270 or 273 A.D.).

Some references indicate that Valentine’s cause to unite lovers with holy vows of matrimony landed him in prison, which is likely to be true. During his incarceration, he struck up a friendship with the blind daughter of his jailer, Asterius. (In one version of the legend, he miraculously restored her sight). Supposedly, they exchanged love letters and on the day of his execution (February 14th, 269 A.D.), he left a final letter for his love and signed it “From your Valentine.”

Still another variation recounts that Claudius took a liking to this prisoner – until Valentinus tried to convert the Emperor to Christianity – whereupon he condemned the priest to death. Valentine was beaten with clubs and stoned. When that failed to kill him, he was beheaded outside the Flaminian Gate.

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● Valentine of Terni (Valentinus ep. Interamnensis m. Romae) was bishop of Interamna (Modern Terni) about AD 197 and is said to have been martyred during the persecution under Emperor Aurelian.

He is also buried on the Via Flaminia, but in a different location than Valentine of Rome. His relics are at the Basilica of Saint Valentine in Terni. There doesn’t seem to be much more known about him.

● A third saint named Valentine is mentioned in the Catholic Encyclopedia, also executed on the date of February 14. He was martyred in Africa, along with companions, but nothing else is known about him, either.

When did February 14 become associated with romance and love?
Again, the real history is fuzzy. After Pope Gelasius I did away with Lupercalia, young Roman men instituted the custom of offering greetings of affection to the women they wanted court on February 14. These cards soon acquired St. Valentine’s name.

By the Middles Ages, Christianity and the Saint Valentine legends had spread throughout Europe. Valentine was revered as one of the most popular Saints in England and France. It appears that the first written reference to Valentine’s Day in the romantic sense, is a poem in Parlement of Foules (1382) by Geoffrey Chaucer, to honor the engagement of King Richard II to Anne of Bohemia.

“For this was on seynt Volantynys day
Whan euery bryd comyth there to chese his make.”

["For this was Saint Valentine's Day, when every bird cometh there to choose his mate."]

The treaty providing for the marriage was signed May 2, 1381, and Richard and Anne were married eight months later. (Both of them were only fifteen at the time). While many assumed Chaucer meant February 14 in his reference to Valentine’s Day, in fact, in the liturgical calendar, May 2 is the saint’s day for St. Valentine, the bishop of Genoa who died around 307 A.D. Not too many birds mate in February.

On February 14, 1400, Paris established a “High Court of Love” which addressed love contracts, betrayals, and violence against women. I only found one reference to this and couldn’t find out more about it or its significance.

The earliest surviving valentine card, as we know it, was written in 1415 by Charles, Duke of Orleans to his wife. It now resides in the British Library in London.

Je suis desja d’amour tanné
Ma tres doulce Valentinée…
—Charles d’Orléans, Rondeau VI, lines 1–2

Not many years later, King Henry V hired writer John Lydgate to compose a valentine note to Catherine of Valois.

Shakespeare mentions Valentine’s Day in Hamlet (1600-1601).

In the sixteenth century, the Bishop of Geneva, St. Francis de Sales, tried to get rid of the custom of Valentine’s Day cards and failed. Their popularity grew and they became decorated with naked Cupids armed with arrows dipped in love potion.

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In North America, people began exchanging hand-made valentines in the early 1700s, and in 1840, artist Esther A. Howland, known as the Mother of the Valentine, began selling the first mass-produced valentines in the United States.

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And the rest is history. Well, actually, it’s all history.

Stop by and see Ann at her blog!

References

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine%27s_Day

http://www.history.com/topics/valentines-day

http://www.ehow.com/about_4759730_origin-valentines-day.html

http://grove.ufl.edu/~leo/val.html

http://www.npr.org/2011/02/14/133693152/the-dark-origins-of-valentines-day

Lynn Smith blogging!

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Dear lovers, daters, and romancers; let the new year operate in your relationships.
Lovers, you are the ones who have been married 10 years and are comfortable with your heart condition with your spouse. You probably don’t sit together as much any more, get a romance book and sit beside each other and share reading chapters to kindle your flickering flames.

Daters, you are the young generation that inspire the lovers of what they were once upon a time. Gents, open doors for your dates and pull out chairs for them to sit in. You will get angry with one another from time to time; please remember to hold your tongue, walk somewhere else so you can regain your cool. Return with a smile and compassion.

Romancers, you are the candles in the hearts window’s which give light to the lovers and hope to the daters.

Lynn Smith

Lynn is promoting Wendy Ely today!

Wendy Ely

Wendy has been interested in romance for a long time. She began her first romance novel when she was just thirteen-years-old. It certainly wasn’t anything great but sparked the passion for writing romance novels.

When she’s not writing, she’s usually busy taking care of her two children in Phoenix, Arizona. Wendy keeps busy with her small business and going to college. During her free time, Wendy enjoys traveling and being outdoors.
Visit Wendy Ely at http://www.wendyely.info/

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Loneliness has clouded Amber Addaire’s life, but now she’s ready for a change. After a complete makeover still leaves her unhappy, it’s only when she starts dreaming of an oddly familiar – and extremely handsome – man that she begins to feel happiness.

Trace Elkson is a spirit stuck on earth long enough to let his childhood friend, Amber Addaire, know how much she meant to him before he died. He can’t tell her what he is, or that he’s watching over her. He can only communicate with her through her dreams and hopes she will eventually realize who he is.

In the dream realm, Amber falls in love with Trace but can she figure out who he is and join him before his spirit is forced to move on?

WARNING: A deep friendship, impending death, and a life saved.

Copyright 2011, Wendy Ely
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.

The sun had begun to sink behind the rippling water of the lake. My favorite time of the night had arrived, along with my favorite season–fall. The cool breeze made me snuggle deeper in my coat. I sat on the large rock, watching the moon glitter over the inky water. This place had been my favorite spot. Always the place I had gone when a problem chewed at my brain, since about age seven.

I felt him approach the rock, but didn’t turn toward him. My gaze stayed fixed on the grooves over the water’s surface. Even his sliding over the rock to sit next to me didn’t steal my attention. At that moment, he didn’t matter to me.

“Amber?”

“Mm hm?” My gaze remained on the lake before me. I had the sense that I had been in this exact situation before. But I didn’t know this man. I was certain of it, even though he felt familiar in a way I couldn’t put my finger on.

“What is bothering you?” He slid his arm around my shoulders and hugged me close, and I rested my head against his shoulder without hesitation.

“How do you know something is bothering me?” Tears of frustration threatened to spill.

“I know you, Amber.” He slid his fingers through my hair. “I can tell when you’re upset about something. What is it?”

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Was he someone I could trust? He must be. Being in his arms felt so right, even without knowing his name. “I’m trying to be someone I’m not.”

“I see.” He really didn’t. He couldn’t possibly understand what a fake life I lived outside of this dream. But he washed away the tension that had been bundling my nerves into tight bands.

“I don’t know what to do about it. That’s why I came here.”

“Because this is your favorite spot to think. Right?”

I pulled from the comfort of his arms. “How do you know that?”

“Because I know you, Amber Michelle Addaire.” He turned to me and clasped my hands in his. “I wish you would realize that.”

“But do I know you? What’s your name?”

His eyes. In each dream, those rich chocolate brown eyes drew me in as though I had once looked into them. Not in the dreams, either. In real life. Had I? Would he tell me this time?

“You’ll know soon enough. Sometimes rushing things ruins the situation. Time, my dear, is everything in this case. Give it all the time warranted.” He stood. “And Amber?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t worry about trying to be someone you’re not. Everyone does that once in awhile. It helps us discover who we really are.” A piece of hair fell down against his tanned forehead as it had the first time he’d joined me at the lake.

The man of my dreams disappeared then, leaving me sitting alone on the rock.

I woke up with a start. Why had he just left willingly this time? It wasn’t as if I had somewhere to go. Saturday morning had arrived, meaning I could sleep in all day. And be with him in my dreams. But nope. He had to disappear, leaving me to wake up in the dreary bedroom, dreading the day ahead.

There really wasn’t any reason to dread the day, either. Things weren’t so bad in my life. Many people in the world had it a lot worse than me, so why couldn’t I see it like that? I tried, damn it, but couldn’t.

Happiest New Year

Happy New Year, my lovelies. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. What will you make of this year?

My plans are to build my writing career, build my husbands business in California and Arizona, pirate-av.com, work on some new business plans, write and finish my AA in early childhood development management and administration.

I am so excited this year. I am spending it with family and good friends, those that I care about. I am focusing on happiness. That, my dears, is the theme for the year. Happy and fulfilling my hearts desires. I want to be healthy too, but unfortunately that is just not in the cards for me so I will endeavor to just seek happiness in all things. Relaxing scents and sights to surround me, lotions and body mists to make me feel pampered, music I can write to and zen with.

Today my circle is full. I have many plans including the release of Animal Instincts, The New Moon and The Taming Moon, by the end of February. Unfortunately I just had to much going on in December to achieve the publishing of these books. Then it’s back to writing and school. The Midnight series will be completed this year. And I would like to start the next Chiricahua book, Feral Desire. If I can get those done I will be on to The Hunting Moon, Ivy and Ian’s oldest brother Dillon’s story.

Surprises abound and await this year, steady growth and hopefully a bigger readership. Thank you all for helping me end 2011 with a bang. Now a romantic Sunday story prompt. A few photos for all of us.

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Christmas Contest

Good Morning my lovelies! Don’t forget I am holding my annual Christmas Contest and am giving away a gift set of Vampire perfume and a copy of Bound by Darkness or Midnight: The First Three Books. All you need to do is comment on any post in December to be entered for your chance to win. 18 years and over only please and void where prohibited.
Julius from Upon Midnight

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Last day for $2 Mating Moon & Bound by Darkness

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This is the last day to get The Mating Moon and Bound by Darkness for $2!! Please stop by and visit my Smashwords pageNAND download samples of both books.

I want to say thank you to Nora Snowdon for joining us yesterday with her blog Great Sexpectations.

I’m giving away a copy of The Mating Moon to one lucky commenter tomorrow so if u want to enter do it tonight before midnight. I will be picking a winner tomorrow morning when I get up. So far I have 9 entries. As you know I’m doing this because I hit 700 views on my blog this month. But, not only that, we totally jumped past 700 and are now passing 800. Can we hit 1000 in December?

Next month, December, I will be doing my Give Yourself a Present Contest. All you need to do in December is comment on my blog posts, one entry per person over 18 only, this year I am hoping to be able to give away signed print copy of Bound by Darkness and a gift set of Vampire Perfume (Lila’s perfume) as well as a $25 Amazon gift card sent by email to the winner who will be chosen on Saturday 12/17/11. The book and perfume will come in the mail. Remember this starts tomorrow.

Also tomorrow I am hosting Carolyn Hughey best selling author! She is interviewing her character from the Last Witness Zach Gerard and she has a surprise for us!

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Check Out The Mating Moon! My first book! Now available for $2! That’s the price of a pop! You can get it here at http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/BuffyChristopherVincent

Check Out The M…

Halloween Prompt Early

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Amelia grabbed Cade by the pirate coin hanging around his neck. And the bastard had the nerve to laugh at her. “You’ve never been good at subtlety, Sweet.” She stated into his eyes determined to make him see things her way. “Don’t laugh, you rat bastard! You’ve been avoiding me for months. I know what I want and this time you won’t stop me with your pretty words and moral bullshit.” She crushed her lips to his in a kiss meant to consume then thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, plundering as it were. When finally she pulled back she was breathless and he panted just as hard. Before he could protest she dropped to her knees and rubbed her face against his hard bulge. “Am, please, don’t do this. Kevin will never forgive me. You know how protective your brother is of you.” Amelia didn’t answer, just unzipped his pants and took out that hard length she had fantasized about since she’d first met him. He slipped hard and hot between her fingers as she leaned forward to wrap her lips around that stiff cock pulling it deep into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his fat head as his slit dripped precome into her mouth. His bitter salty taste had her moaning, craving more. Sucking him to the back of her throat she swallowed and sucked quickening her sharp sure strokes. It was only a few minutes before he shouted as spunk sprayed over her tongue. Swallowing quickly she took the musky bitter taste and lapped slowly cleaning him off. She’d know all along how bad he wanted her and now she’d just proven her point. She stood back up her pirate costume riding up her thighs as she rubbed her body the length of his. “Now, fuck me, Cade.”

What if…

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What if one woman was in love with two men? And they both loved her enough to share her. What if they two were in love with each other, what if the complete relationship was a perfect triangle without resentment, or guilt?

What if a woman was caught between two men, being torn apart by her love for each of them and they were both alpha males, neither one wanting to share and each wanting her for his own. What if that was the break in the relationship. Which male would she choose?

What if she was the other woman, and the men were lovers, but one always wondered what might have been had he stayed with her. Maybe his lover gives him one night with her, to explore the possibilities??

What do you think?? What is your what if?

Cuz sometimes…

You just need a little something. Something hot and sassy, maybe a little dirty. Cuz somedays normal and boring are not okay. You need to bust out of your shell and scream so loud they here you in San Fran. Cuz somedays your so tied up and twisted inside you need to be that way outside. And way outside of what you know or remember ever knowing. Cuz sometimes being beyond learning something new is frightening and exciting all at once. And all you want to do us feel and fly.

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